Kuroko's Basketball: I'm not the boss?

……

"Holy crap! What is this thing?"

"Don't move around."

"Are you fucking going to kill me?! Holy crap!!!"

"Scream it out, it'll make you feel better."

"************I'll f*** you!"

……

“Ms. Masako, I suspect you are settling a personal score, but I have no evidence.”

Xiangyang collapsed onto the yoga mat, utterly exhausted, and said weakly.

(During the summer tournament, Kaijo defeated Yosen. Because Murasakibara did not play, a bizarre incident occurred where they "threw" the game.)

Masako stood up and wiped the sweat from her brow. Although Hikari was trying her best to cooperate, her body's subconscious reactions were unstoppable. Controlling Hikari made Masako deeply aware of...

exhausted.

I didn't answer Xiangyang's question; I don't know if it's because I didn't want to answer or if I was tacitly agreeing...

Do you smoke? If so, quit.

"I don't smoke."

Masako nodded and took out a plate from somewhere and placed it on the table.

"Here's your lunch. Just leave it here after you're done eating."

Xiang Yang nodded, walked to the table, and glanced at his "lunch".

Broccoli, chicken breast, fish, white rice... that's it. There weren't many kinds, but the portions were huge. Xiangyang estimated that if he ate it all, he would probably need a while to recover.

Just as she was about to leave, Yako turned back and added, "I forgot to tell you, you have to finish it all. You're too light right now." Only after receiving a nod of approval from Xiangyang did she leave with peace of mind.

Eat it all...

Although he was mentally prepared, Xiangyang still felt a sense of unease when he actually heard those words.

In his past life, he was a rather stingy person in terms of his positive personality, and he didn't have high demands for material life. Moreover, he didn't have a big appetite, and he was content with eating until he was just about full.

In other words, he doesn't need to eat anything fancy, but he really can't eat too much.

Xiangyang slowly finished his lunch while letting his thoughts wander.

Professional basketball... If you lived like that every day, it wouldn't seem so unacceptable.

Aside from that damn massage and fascia knife…

Suddenly, a voice came from his mind, breaking Xiangyang's thoughts and causing him to pause in his eating.

beep—

The system has detected that the host has begun a professional basketball career and has issued a new main quest: Join the national youth team.

Huh? I was wondering why this guy hadn't made a sound for so long; turns out he was waiting for me here.

Xiang Yang couldn't help but chuckle. He glanced at his lunch in front of him. He had only eaten about a third of it, yet he already felt full.

Okay, first step in my professional basketball career: finish this meal!

……

On the other side, inside the Haichang Basketball Gymnasium

"What?! Xiao Xiangyang went to special training?"

Takeuchi pulled Kise into his office and told him the news. At the same time, he also formally extended an invitation to Kise on behalf of the Basketball Association to the national youth team.

"Um... Xiao Xiangyang's special training is also to join the national youth team, right? Then there's no problem, I'll join."

Upon hearing Kise's answer, Takeuchi paused slightly, then looked at Kise and continued, "If you decided to join with the idea of ​​playing with Xiangyang, you'd better think it over carefully. Xiangyang's special training was precisely because he wasn't selected, so the two of you might not be able to meet on the national youth team together in the future."

Kise shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It was their mistake that Xiao Xiangyang wasn't chosen, but since Xiao Xiangyang has the idea of ​​joining, he will definitely succeed."

Seeing the confident expression on Kise's face, Takeuchi smiled knowingly. These two kids really trust each other.

Xiangyang thought Kise could directly enter the national team, while Kise thought that Xiangyang's failure to be selected was due to the Basketball Association's blindness.

Not only Kise, but also Akashi in Rakuzan and Murasakibara in Yosen received invitations. Both of them were teams that reached the top four in the national tournament, and the basketball association's spies only watched the games after the top four.

"Huh? Join the national youth team? No way, that sounds boring, I have no interest in basketball."

What are your interests?

It came from a tall guy who wished to remain anonymous.

"National Youth Team? Smith Marseille, I didn't hear you clearly. Do you mean I should join the National Youth Team or that you want to buy the National Youth Team?"

Heir to a conglomerate from an unknown entity.

The national youth team's first recruitment attempt did not go smoothly.

……

Good morning, Ms. Masako.

"morning."

The next morning, Xiangyang came to Shark Gym again. This time, he didn't need Yako to come out and lead him; he went in and found Yako on his own.

"What are we doing today? The same as yesterday?"

After changing his clothes, Xiangyang asked with great interest, "After the system released the task yesterday, I felt even more motivated."

"No, we won't have the energy to practice basketball after strength training. Let's start with basketball today and do strength training in the afternoon."

Yako unzipped her jacket and took it off. She picked up the basketball from the ground, but instead of throwing it directly to Xiangyang, she dribbled it twice, looked up at Xiangyang, and said, "Want to play a couple of balls?"

"Huh? Miss Masako wants to have a one-on-one fight with me?"

Xiang Yang looked incredulous. He knew that there was a big difference in physical fitness between men and women, and that a one-on-one fight required more physical strength than a full-court match.

Seeing Xiangyang's expression, Yazi raised an eyebrow; she felt like she had been underestimated.

"I used to be a member of the women's national team."

Xiangyang already knew about this, but he still pretended to be surprised.

"I see. Then I shall respectfully accept your offer."

Xiangyang received the ball from Yako, and as soon as he got the basketball, perhaps instinctively, he blurted out a trash talk.

"Miss Masako, if you get beaten up and cry later, I won't take responsibility for you."

Chapter 83 Unexpected Data

Hearing Xiangyang's words, Yazi frowned slightly.

This kid has a sharp tongue.

"bring it on."

Without saying anything more, Masako lowered her center of gravity and assumed a defensive stance.

Talent: The textbook of "Big vs. Small" has been activated.

(Masako Araki's height:)

Weight: 55kg)

Ah, that feeling I haven't had in so long...

Xiang Yang sighed inwardly.

After the finals against Luoshan, Xiangyang thought he wouldn't be able to trigger this skill again for a while.

With a few simple triple threat moves, Masako maintained her balance very well, and Xiangyang didn't care. If Masako were such an easy opponent, this one-on-one fight would be meaningless.

After another fake shot, Xiangyang quickly passed the ball, using one hand to push aside Masako's outstretched arm as she tried to delay him. With the added advantage of his textbook big-small-small technique, Xiangyang's breakthrough ability reached another level.

Ok?

Yako let out a soft "hmm." Facing Xiangyang, who was halfway through his breakthrough, she didn't choose to follow him. Instead, she went directly behind Xiangyang, using one of the tricks of small guarding big – stealing the ball from behind.

Talent: Danger warning activated.

Just half a body length past Yako, Xiangyang's mind stirred, a sense of crisis entered his mind. Without much hesitation, he immediately changed the trajectory of his dribbling, switching from his right hand to his left, dodging Yako's attempt to steal the ball, and easily scored with a layup.

Seeing that the steal had failed, Masako gave up on defense. Stealing from behind is a gamble; if it fails, the player loses points.

"Let's play three more balls."

Masako stood in the same spot again, waiting for Higashi to attack.

Xiang Yang didn't waste any more words. He said that although it was a one-on-one match, it was just a form of training.

In the next two baskets, Xiang Yang once again relied on the danger warning and the textbook technique of playing big against small to successfully break through to the inside and score a layup.

After the third goal, Xiangyang looked back and saw that Yako had somehow pulled out a notebook and was writing and drawing something.

"17% off, starting now."

(Sports trivia: 17 folds means running back and forth 17 times from one side of the basketball court to the other.)

Before Xiangyang could react, Yazi blew the whistle again.

Damn it, this woman, would she die if she blew the whistle a little slower?

Xiang Yang cursed inwardly, but his body betrayed him; he had already started running.

Masako held a stopwatch in her hand, watching Xiangyang's running speed the whole time, her doubts growing stronger.

Why was this kid so fast when he broke through just now?

Hey!

Masako stopped the stopwatch in her hand; 1 minute and 15 seconds.

By the standards of professional basketball players, this is unacceptable; for a professional guard, this result is even worse.

Before Xiangyang could catch his breath, Yazi's cold voice came again. Her voice was very pleasant, but her words were extremely cold.